- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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... t completely missed the fall leaves turning on the trees and the Green Mountains are beautiful because of it. I got very excited over some covered bridges in Bennington, we ate dirty food in a redneck diner and some not so great Mexican food in Manchester Center. So far so ...
... and pic 3, freedom of worship. The facial detail in this painting is stunning. Rockwell featured on the front page of the Saturday Evening Post from the early 20's to his last in in 1963 after Kennedy' death. Pics 4,5,6. He wasn't very popular with his friends for a while for his painting 'Gossip' since he included them all as well as himself and his wife. The original hangs in the gallery. It is ...
... adjacent to the noisy, busy freeway, secured one night in a serviced pull through, turned on the air conditioners (it was warm), put on the Giants game and relaxed with some fresh caprese from our larder.
Perhaps we would have remained overnight up in the Berkshires had we found an open campsite. The Walmart in North Adams doesn't allow overnights so we moved on.
Long day but colors of fall were out in force. Now we are in Pennsylvania.
... splendid sunshine, a quiet Sunday morning with shops mainly open for student and visitor trade. We stopped off in a student coffee house where our age probably trebled the average, but no-one seemed too concerned by our alien presence.
Onwards down the Mohawk Trail towards North Adams and the real start of the Trail. We stopped off briefly at our motel and managed to use Facetime to chat with Cate and Lois, which perked up the ...
Up at 0500 hours, and ready to roll, but weather channel indicated heavy fog in Houlton, Maine. Delayed my departure until 0730 hours, after I went across the street from the motel to a gas station and asked if any of the truckers had just come north on I-95. One piped up and said yep, why? How's the fog, I ask. Thick as pea soup 'bout 30 minutes south. You are good to go, he says. So, off ...